FYN Chapter 18 Great King's Village
Chapter 18 Great King's Village
After examining the bones, Sheng Wansong felt regretful. There were no secrets in the bodies of his second and third sisters. Just as he had initially observed, they were both of average appearance.
Feeling the bones of two young women is hardly a pleasant task.
Sheng Wansong's bone palpation was not simply a matter of touching to identify talent, but a comprehensive exploration in order to deduce martial arts techniques.
Not only the bones and muscles, but also the meridians, muscles, internal organs, and even the circulation of qi and blood need to be carefully examined.
Speaking of the heart alone, even Guan Lin's heart is delicate and its pulse is so subtle that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to feel it by simply placing their hand on it. Zhang Jiao's case is even more exaggerated; placing her hand on it feels like placing her hand on a marshmallow, and she can't feel the heartbeat at all. She has to press very hard to feel it.
After a series of tests, Sheng Wansong was exhausted and his blood was churning. His two sworn sisters were also covered in sweat and panting heavily.
Neither of them possessed the natural beauty of An An, but the smell in the room wasn't embarrassing.
Looking at his two younger sisters who had collapsed and were panting heavily.
Guan Lin raised her arm to shield her eyes, avoiding eye contact with Sheng Wansong, but revealing the soft flesh under her armpit. Zhang Jiao, on the other hand, lay sprawled out, her bold and unrestrained demeanor surging like waves.
Looking at this scene, Sheng Wansong couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"The Sacred Heart Manual is not some kind of martial art for children."
Following the order of seniority, Sheng Wansong first turned his gaze to Guan Lin.
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An'an is listening to "Grandma" tell old stories.
Upon learning that the master was not born to Li Shi, but was sent by the great hero, An Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Gods cannot be born. As long as her birth mother does not appear in front of her, Anlan can believe that her master is a god descended from heaven.
Even if that "Mom" really appeared, she would probably just change her mindset and imagine her as a reincarnated immortal.
As An Lan listened, she suddenly heard a mournful cry. "Sister Guan Lin is screaming! Is there an assassin?!"
An Lan had gained some skill and was eager to try it out when Li stopped her.
You've misunderstood.
Li laughed and said, "It's your sister Guan Lin who's practicing her martial arts. They're practicing hard martial arts and they're going to get beaten, that's why they cried out."
Upon hearing this, An Lan became even more interested.
"I want to practice martial arts too!"
"You're still young!" Li stopped An Lan again. "Your skin is delicate. If you have any scars, Er Gou... Wan Song won't like you."
"Men don't like women who are perfect."
"All right."
An Lan looked at her ankle, where a knife had once severed it. It had recovered considerably after she began cultivating, but a thin scar was still visible.
The screams were fleeting, quickly turning into plaintive sobs.
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"Although external martial arts training is painful, one can truly feel their own growth, and many people become addicted to it."
Not long after, Guan Lin calmed down, but Zhang Jiao started acting up again.
This girl was incredibly unrestrained and didn't bother to lower her voice at all.
Li explained, "Training naturally involves give and take; now it's our daughter's turn to train."
After a while, the two started together.
"It seems they've finished training and are practicing against each other to test their results."
Li's cheeks flushed slightly, and she sat uneasily, but she still explained to An'an.
. . .
An Lan lowered her gaze slightly, not taking these words to heart from beginning to end.
She's not stupid; in fact, she's exceptionally intelligent and quick-witted.
Although they were not intimately acquainted with matters of the heart, they could still guess what was going on.
It was precisely because An Lan was intelligent that she didn't press further, but instead nodded obediently, "I see."
When the family reunited, it was already dinner time.
But there were two fewer people at the table than at lunchtime.
"My second and third sisters overdid their training and need to rest for a few days."
After explaining in this way, Sheng Wansong said to An Lan, "Tonight we'll go to Dawang Village to investigate. An'an, it's time for you to test your skills."
As a born enchantress of the Demonic Sect, An Lan instantly let go of all distracting thoughts, leaving only anticipation for the night.
She quickly finished her dinner and waited for the other two people who were methodical.
Time seemed to slow down, and the ordeal was unbearable.
"You're too impatient."
Despite saying that, Sheng Wansong fully understood An Lan's feelings.
When he had made some progress in the "Sacred Heart Technique," he secretly slipped out of his home and found a barbarian stronghold to show off his prowess.
Although An'an's skill level is far inferior to her former self, her state of mind is the same.
"Dawangzhai is quite a distance from here. Even if you're in a hurry, you can probably walk there step by step."
If Sheng Wansong were to use the "Soaring to Immortality" technique at full speed, this stretch of road would take about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
If we were to take a horse-drawn carriage, we probably wouldn't arrive before dawn.
The two chose to walk.
An Lan used her clumsy light-footed skills to run, sometimes lightly touching the tips of grass like an immortal, and sometimes breaking tree branches and falling to the ground in a sorry state.
During this bumpy journey, An Lan's lightness skill improved at a speed that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
She also possesses an astonishing talent for light-footed skills that surpasses ordinary people.
Taoyuan Village is surrounded by mountains and connected mountain ranges, with Dawangzhai located on another nearby mountain.
This group of people only became bandits in this place after Sheng Wansong left Taoyuan Village; otherwise, Sheng Wansong would have wiped them out long ago.
Now, it's just the right tool for Anlan to practice his skills.
The two sped along, passing a teahouse and an inn at a crossroads before arriving at Dawangzhai.
This place is a thoroughfare; whether it's Dawangzhai, Taoyuan Village, Chuxiang City, or other places, if you don't want to take the mountain road, you have to pass through here.
The teahouse was deserted at night, and the inn had long since turned off its lights.
"People from Dawangzhai must pass by here often. If it's daytime, we can get some information about Dawangzhai from here."
Besides helping him get on his journey, Sheng Wansong also taught An Lan a lot of knowledge about the martial arts world.
Unlike herself, the girl doesn't possess invincible strength. If the two of them are separated, she needs to be extremely cautious when venturing into the martial world.
The two only stopped briefly at the teahouse before continuing their journey to the vicinity of Dawangzhai.
This is a vast mountain stronghold, even larger than Taoyuan Village in terms of scale. Sheng Wansong roughly estimates that there are about a thousand bandits.
Unlike typical villages, Dawangzhai is surrounded by a two-person-high wooden fence, with only one exit leading down to the foot of the mountain.
It was late at night, and two bandits were guarding the exit.
Looking inside, you can also see patrolling bandits passing by from time to time.
"An'an, what are your thoughts?"
The two stopped on an ancient pine tree not far from Dawangzhai. Sheng Wansong sat on a branch, while An'an squatted on a branch below him.
An Lan carefully observed the mountain stronghold, and the bandits' actions reminded her of some familiar people.
"They're more like government troops than bandits?"
"That's right!"
An'an's answer satisfied Sheng Wansong quite a bit. "These bandits are well-trained and disciplined. There must be someone capable pulling the strings behind the scenes."
"They are either deserters who have become outlaws and recruit soldiers, or they are henchmen secretly raised by some force, using mountain bandits as a cover to plunder everywhere."